Five-year-old Mu Nianchu thought that the carriage was going to an ordinary spiritual temple, so she complained to her concubine that the carriage was too bumpy;
When the fourteen-year-old girl left in a hurry, she thought she was just going to do a small errand. Before leaving, she smiled and promised that her friend would be back soon. Twenty-year-old Jing Yao was locked in the harem, fully thinking that he would never return to this place after the date;
At the age of twenty-five, she peeled off the whitewashed painting with her own hands and watched the mess of green-faced fangs turn into ashes.
Throughout her life, she has been accompanied by conspiracy, deceit, and treacherous people. The threads of fate are entangled with the ink lines of the country's territory; her obsessive pursuit has turned into gravel that cannot be retained on her fingertips, and the supreme power she has never been greedy for is like a maggot attached to her bones, following her like a shadow.
After being lost for half a life, I took a photo in the abyss, but what I retained in the end was the "true love" that I never turned a blind eye to. When she finally set foot on her destined end, looking back, she didn't feel lonely.
She thought: "This is enough."